The Candy demandeth in sparkles!

[candyland]

I wish something happy-making and distracting and productive-ish. Ergo...


DRABBLE REQUEST TIEM!


Here's a fandom list if needed. mint_eclair, I have your Professor Layton fic done from the last request thing. I just haven't typed it up yet. It'll be up very soon. Other than that...I think I had a request or two for Princess Tutu ficcage featuring Fakir. Still waiting for an idea on that... ;o;


New on candyfics:
- Beach Bum (Shinichi/Ran fic for fanfic100)
- At the Wrong Moment (D.Gray-Man fic for 100fandomhell)


*glompsnuggles spirit_sage_333* Sorry I didn't call today, love. Was at contest with my kids all day x_x

Comments

[clover-magic.livejournal.com]

Detective Conan - Shinichi decides he liked having his virginity stolen and jumps Kid one night to return the favor.

HA.

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

...see, now this is only a valid request if you write MY request to you on your own *smiles sweetly* I eagerly await your reply ~♥♥♥

[clover-magic.livejournal.com]

It's on my drabble meme, it will get written. *sparkles right back*

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I eagerly await the killings for this.


"D-dammit, Kaito..."

Still half-clad in his Kid uniform--the pants and shirt half--Kaito glanced over at Shinichi, who was standing in the bathroom doorway, looking flushed and angry. "Oh, hello. I didn't see you at the heist tonight." He picked up the disinfectant and began cleaning a couple of scraps he'd acquired, courtesy of a very rough landing on a skyscraper roof. "Everything all right?"

Shinichi's face was bright red, and his speech was slurred. "You ar'a bastard..."

Ah, so he'd found it. Kaito grinned and said, "Why is that?"

"This," Shinichi held up a bottle. "You spik'd m'drink."

"You can't have a daiquiri without alcohol, love," Kaito grinned.

"It was s'posed to be a virgi' drink!" Shinichi protested. "An' I had three of 'em withou' knowin' th'were spiked! Y'coulda told me!"

"Aww, but you're so cute when you're drunk--" Kaito was cut off as a pillow hit him squarely in the face. For being intoxicated to the point of slurred speech, Shinichi still had damned good aim.

"Hate you," Shinichi rasped, stumbling away from the door. "Yer on the couch tonight..."

Kaito stood there for a minute. "...aww."


PS. Get it? Virgin drink? Stole his virginity? Jumps Kaito...with a pillow? YES? :D? *runs away before you kill me*

[meimi.livejournal.com]

=( Can I request Phoenix Wright? I'll keep it to the first game! Promise!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Absolutely! \o/

[meimi.livejournal.com]

Phoenix has a spaz attack after the first day of Edgeworth's trial and Maya, being ever so helpful, tries to get to the bottom of things. ;)

[insaneladybug.livejournal.com]

... That icon is made of win. LOL.

[ytak.livejournal.com]

How about one of my absolute favorites: Cardcaptor Sakura! (which, curiously, I've only written one fic for.) Which incarnation, though? Anime or manga (similar but a few differences that makes them not the same)?
Prompt: Nadeshiko and Fujitaka discuss the upcoming birth of their child. Your choice as to which child!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Lord, I haven't written for this series in ages...let's see...


"Are you sure you're all right?"

Nadeshiko sighed, albeit a good-natured sigh, and gave her husband a tired smile. "How many more times are you going to ask me? I think you're going for a record."

"You know I'm worried," Fujitaka admitted, a rare frown crossing his face. "Your health..."

"I know," she reached out and touched his face gently. It was true--while the pregnancy itself was going smoothly, she had been so tired lately. Her energy was waning, and she felt strange, something that she just couldn't write off as being related to the child she carried. "But I promise you--the baby will be fine."

"It's not just the baby I'm so concerned about..." he said softly. "You seem to be the least concerned about all this."

"Because I am," she said, reflecting a wisdom that belied her youth. "I know, anata. The baby will be born, safe and healthy. There is nothing to fear for her."

Fujitaka blinked. "Her?"

"Yes. Her," Nadeshiko nodded, smiling. "I think it will be a girl." She leaned back against the pillows; she had spent so much time here as of late, propped up in bed as she waited for the blessed day to come. Sometimes she just didn't have the energy to do much more than that, and Fujitaka usually saw through it when she tried to pretend she was fine. "And I...I know I will be there to see her."

It was an enigmatic statement, to say the least. She was intentionally being vague. Her deepest instincts were speaking now, the ones that always seemed to know things before they came to pass. She would see her second child, a beautiful baby girl. But she would not see her daughter past the first few years of her life. There was something, a dark shadow that crept over her future as it began to well inside her. It did not touch the child she carried, nor did it touch Fujitaka or Touya.

She would leave them behind far sooner than she wished.

Still, looking at Fujitaka and knowing his concern, Nadeshiko couldn't bring herself to tell him what she knew. Not yet. She didn't want to see his face as he reacted to that news any sooner than she had to. It would come in due time. But in the meantime... "I like the name Sakura," she said softly.

He didn't say anything in response to that, but simply smiled and put one hand gently to her swollen belly. It was a silent acknowledgment, an agreement to what was not quite a request.

There was a crash out in the stairwell. "Mama!" Touya came skittering into the room, nearly colliding with the door as he sprinted to her bedside, a small cluster of flowers clutched possessively in his fist. He held them out to her eagerly. "These are for you!"

Nadeshiko felt her smile grow wider. "Thank you..." she reached down to take the offered gift, brushing her fingers through her son's hair as she did so.

Touya...

Fujitaka...

...Sakura...

She would be taken from them far too soon. But somehow, she didn't think she would ever truly be able to leave them. She would enjoy the time she had left with them like this, and worry about it when the day came.

It was all she could do.


PS. I did a little research to refresh myself--I'd forgotten that there were signs/rumors that Nadeshiko had some sort of latent magical powers of her own. So I took that and ran with it. But man, I did love this series once upon a time...

[ytak.livejournal.com]

Kind of sad but that makes it much more touching.

She could see spirits. Touya got that ability from her. But I'll buy the idea that she had a touch of presetiment. There's nothing to say she didn't. ^_^

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Or maybe it was just one of those things that popped up in really dire times? *scratches head* I dunno... *should still be asleep right now*

[girlquinn.livejournal.com]

I must request a Fruits Basket fic with either a) Kyo and Tohru fluffiness, b) Hiro and Kisa fluffiness or c) Ayame tormenting some poor soul. Please?

[ytak.livejournal.com]

I vote for Ayame tormenting some poor soul!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

The question is...what poor soul is he tormenting? Except I just had an idea. Oh boy... *starts writing like fury*

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I had to go with Ayame tormenting some poor soul. Sort of.


For as long as Shigure could remember, Ayame had always been...well, flamboyant was the best word one could use to describe the man. He had grown his hair long, adopted his trademark booming voice and speech mannerisms, and taken to the most absurd fashion sense all before they were in middle school.

And rather than grow out of the "phase," as most of the adults suggested he would, he actually went further into those habits. He learned to sew, and began to make his own clothes--to "suit his unique and wonderful aesthetic," he actually said once.

Hatori had raised an eyebrow and asked if Ayame even knew what that meant. Ayame had replied by waving a hand, laughing merrily, and saying something bravado-ish that essentially translated to "Not necessarily, but we'll pretend!"

After graduation, all three of them settled into their newfound roles in life. Hatori went on and became a doctor. Shigure became a novelist. And Ayame opened his store. The three visited regularly, though, and Shigure in particular was a frequent visitor to Ayame's shop--not for the clothing, per se, but for the company. Ayame had found himself an assistant, Mine, and the three of them had a great deal of fun together.

One day, as Shigure was stepping outside to leave on one such visit, he found his long-suffering editor sitting there, teary-eyed and panicked. "Sensei, I need the--"

"Not today, Mit-chan," he drawled, tucking his hands into his sleeves. "I'm going to visit my cousin, and no work until I get home." Seeing that he was about to be lassoed and hauled off, he quickly added, in as cheery a tone as possible, "...why don't you come with me!"

It worked. Her tirade froze in her mouth. "...what?"

"Come with me! I don't think you've met Aya...he's quite a character. I think you'd like him," he said, already formulating a plan in the back of his mind. "A little fun won't hurt! And as soon as we get back, I'll finish the last few pages of my manuscript."

She glared at him suspiciously--not that he totally blamed her for that. "Do you promise?"

"My word of honor," he said, putting one hand over his heart.

"...okay," she agreed, still looking as though she didn't quite believe him.

-o-

Watching Ayame pounce on Mitsuru was easily one of the most amusing things Shigure had seen in ages. His editor was flustered and obviously didn't know what to make of this flamboyant man with long hair who immediately began spouting boisterous prose of welcome.

That was only the first half of the fun.

As they sat down, Mine appeared with tea, still wearing her favorite maid outfit. That brought another startled expression to the editor's face, but she swallowed hard and started to ask Ayame about his shop.

She didn't get very far, though. Suddenly, Mine was upon her. "You..." she said, getting a very predatory look on her face. "You like our outfits, don't you? You want to try something on, right?" Her eyes had taken on that frightening sparkle.

Mitsuru nearly went over the back of the couch in a panic. "W-what? I--no, I don't think I--"

That was as far as she got before she was bodily hauled from the couch and swept into the back to the tune of Mine's lilting voice. "I know just the thing! Oh, this is going to be so much fun, just wait until you try it on!"

"SEEEEEEENSEEEEEEEEEEI!!" Mitsuru's wail echoed back.

Ayame took a sip of his tea. "You knew that would happen, didn't you?" he asked in an unusually quiet voice, glancing towards the curtain through which the two women had vanished.

Shigure grinned and lifted his own drink. "I certainly hoped it would."

[girlquinn.livejournal.com]

♥ ♥ ♥ to you!!!

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :D

[fyliwionvilyaer.livejournal.com]

Kaito-Aoko... "I could chat with you baby, flirt a little mabye, but does your mother know that you're out?"

*collapses in little heap of exhustion*

[nezure.livejournal.com]

Yay drabble requests~!

Ummm...

DC/MK. Kid heist.

Prompt: There was something decidedly fishy about the entire situation.

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

There was something decidedly fishy about the entire situation.

He had held a heist that night. Nothing too out of the ordinary about that—at least, not to his mind. And he had made his getaway, just like he normally did. He had ducked into a local shopping mall; it was closed for the night, and offered many hiding places. The police had given chase, and so he had ducked into the nearest shop to hide and secure his disguise.

Still, it took Kaitou Kid a moment or two to really put his finger on what exactly it was about the situation that seemed so fishy. He realized that it was the shadows cast on the walls of his hiding place. They were faintly blue.

A glance around proved that the glows came from what appeared to be…aquariums. With lights inside them. And water—that accounted for the odd coloring of the shadow. But more importantly, swimming in the aquarium tanks…

…HOSHI—

He nearly screamed when he saw those evil little swimmy-type creatures with their beady little eyes and their little waggly fins and those tails…but he put a lid on his panic. If he made a sound, the police would find him. And then he would not only be freaked out, but he’d also be in handcuffs. Not a good way to end an otherwise-satisfactory evening.

But he made a mental note to double-check which darkened shop he was hiding in, if only to ensure that he never again found himself cowering in the fish section of the local pet store.


As you can see...I took it literally \o/ Thanks!

[kaitodoushi.livejournal.com]

Avatar! With... Sokka defending his teddy bear. And having it in the confines of the show would be even more win XD


I was at a contest all day, too XP *passed out for two hours*

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I had to go for slightly-humorous crack. I hope that works!


When Sokka got sick, he tended to get very, very whiny. By the end of his first day stuck with the fever, all of his traveling companions were ready to throttle him. But they really couldn't--he was sick. He couldn't help it. It wasn't totally his fault.

So they bit their lips for most of the day and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally fell asleep, curled in his sleeping pack beside the campfire. They couldn't fault him for being under the weather, but the constant complaining about how awful he felt was really old.

Aang sighed and leaned back to look at the stars. As he did so, his eyes passed over Sokka...and noticed something odd. "Hey, what's that?" he murmured, crawling towards the sleeping boy.

"What's what?" Toph asked with her usual lack of interest.

There was a moment of quiet before the Avatar laughed. "You guys...he has a teddy bear."

Suddenly, Toph was a lot more interested. "He what?"

Katara chuckled. "I thought he brought that with him...he's had it since he was a baby. Has trouble sleeping without it." She rose and walked over to stand beside Aang. "He's surprisingly protective of it, too."

"How sweet," Toph sneered with a laugh.

"Want to see something funny?" Katara grinned, looking only slightly evil. She reached down and took hold of the bear's arm and began to carefully pull the stuffed toy from Sokka's possessive arms.

She nearly had it free when Sokka started flailing. "Mama!" he half-whimpered. "Please don't take my toy..."

While the others bit back laughter, she returned the bear. "All right."

"Hmm...thank you..."

[kaitodoushi.livejournal.com]

I thought the suggestion implied the use of crack XD

That was epic win. Seriously.

[pyro-o.livejournal.com]

uh. CLAMP Clampus Detectives..? :D (prompt.. do you need one? I'm thinking.. "You Won't Suceed on Broadway (If You Don't Have Any Jews)"..?

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

...can do the series, but that prompt just makes me go O_O Maybe another prompt, plz?

[pyro-o.livejournal.com]

erg. then just SPAM? XDDDDDD

[whitetigergp.livejournal.com]

MK/DC prompt: Kaito breaks his "no one gets hurt code" and murders someone. You can choose any or all of the well-known/main characters. Why yes, I am morbid.

Part 1

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

I don't know if this is what you were looking for exactly, but...


When Kaitou Kid had ducked into the room to escape his pursuers (said pursuers being his enemies, not the police), he closed the door and stood silently with his eyes focused on it, trying to catch his breath, and listened as the footsteps thundered past outside. He waited a few moments longer, just in case someone backtracked. But there was silence, not even the whisper of clothing to betray a presence on the other side of the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to glance around the room behind him...and froze. Poker Face cracked and shattered as he pressed his back against the door and looked around.

It was a torture chamber, like something out of a history book chapter on the Inquisition. There were devices and instruments that defied imagination lining the walls, and he was loath to try and guess what some of them were used for. The room smelled of blood and death.

And there were bodies.

People--none of them moving--hung on the walls. Few were clothed in any manner. They were filthy, blood-soaked...and what had been done to them would haunt him for the rest of his life. They were still; chances were that none of them were alive, and given their state, that was probably a blessing.

It nearly brought him to his knees; he was to the point of becoming physically ill at it all. Who would be depraved enough to create a place like this...?

He had to get out.

But as he fumbled with the doorknob in an uncharacteristically ungraceful moment, he froze at the sound of a moan. Was there someone alive in here after all?

After a moment of indecisiveness, he realized he had to go look. If there was someone alive in here…maybe he could help them? Maybe he could get them out somehow? Either way, he had to make sure to direct the police here as soon as he was safely out of this place.

He began to move, slowly and deliberately, towards the sound; he took great care not to let himself touch anything or bump into anything. Iron-will self-control was the only thing allowing him to not be sick at the whole thing.

Finally, he saw a man hanging from the wall, naked and chained and covered in blood and filth. He was moving ever so slightly, and moaning quietly in pain, despair…

Kid moved carefully towards him, but was startled when the man lifted his head and looked straight at him with glazed, wild eyes. “P-please…” he croaked, his voice so hoarse that the words were almost unintelligible. “Please…kill me…”

He felt his jaw drop. “S-sir?”

“Gun. On the table…” the man rasped. “Th’left it. Please…”

A glance sideways proved that there was, indeed, a handgun on the table. Someone had apparently forgotten their weapon. Careless, really. But now he was being asked to use it…

His feet moved on their own, taking him to the table; he picked up the gun and looked at it. It was loaded. No one gets hurt. That had always been his number one rule, that no one else would have to suffer through what he had suffered--not as long as he could prevent it.

Kaitou Kid did not attack with intent to injure, and he did not kill.

But...this man was mortally injured. Anyone could see it, medical training or no. He was going to die; it was unlikely that he would survive, even if he received treatment. It was just a matter of when, of how long it took for his wounds to claim his life. They were just too severe.

...was it really less harmful to let this man continue to suffer until he was finally released by a death that could come tomorrow or might take days more? Was he really not causing harm by allowing this man to linger in excruciating pain any longer than he had to?

In his hand, Kaitou Kid held the instrument of a man’s salvation and release from a pain he should never have had to experience. The question was whether or not he could bring himself to use it.

And underneath it all was that fear that if he did, it would make him one of the people he hated most.

Would he be a murderer for doing this…or a hero?

Part 2

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

He turned back to the man, who was still giving him that desperate look. Begging another to kill him…

He raised the gun, aiming directly between the man’s eyes. A headshot would be the best way to go. It would be quick, relatively painless, and there was a very small chance of error. He didn’t think he could bring himself to fire twice.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that the sound of a shot would bring his pursuers running. But he would just have to get away before they got here. There was nothing else for it.

The man’s expression had gone from despairing to pitiful gratefulness. “Thank you…thank you…” he murmured, meeting Kid’s eyes squarely.

Behind Kid’s mask, Kaito felt something inside him shatter.

“Go in peace,” he said softly.

And he pulled the trigger.


PS. I don't know if this is what you were thinking of, but...it's sort of one of those "in the back of my mind" things I've had for a while. So thank you for giving me a chance to write it \o/

Re: Part 2

[whitetigergp.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, and it was excellent. Good job. Five stars to you *****!!!

Re: Part 2

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

Thank you! \o/

[ayaia-moon.livejournal.com]

ya know...I have been wondering...why exactly IS Kaitou afraid of fish?

>:D

[alena_s_anigor.livejournal.com]

Ooh, sparkly! XD

Hmm. Oh, how about Heiji/Kazuha - "somebody forgot the key for the handcuffs". :D

[jeva-chan.livejournal.com]

Again, I make you practice--D.Gray-man. Prank War. Lavi and Allen vs Kanda. Which ends up being Allen vs Kanda REAL FAITO STARTO!